Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2010 09:59:02 -0500 From: Oliver R Subject: Back In My Life-Chapters 1-6 This story is fiction. Any similarities with peoples living or dead are purely coincidence. Please navigate away from this story if it is against the law in our country to view this material. Moreover do not read if you are under the age of majority in your state, province or country. Please do not copy without permission. Hey guys! It's Oliver again! You might remember me from my other story American in Canada. I've decided to post this story and start writing it again. I started this one before American in Canada. I'm going to alternate writing AIC and Back in My Life so that when I come back to each story after writing the other, I'll have a fresher perspective. So anyway, this story is still a bit raw, not in the naughty sense but in the literal sense, so don't be too harsh on it lol. It has been edited a bit, by my wonderful editor Clinton (writer of Aussie Dreams in the college section). Anyway enjoy! Let me know what you think!!! cndoliver (at) gmail.com Chapter 1-when it all started. I'd start this story with 'once upon a time' or 'in a land far, far away' but this story is far from the bubble gum, colourful fairy tales. Well, I guess in a sense it is about fairies eh! I guess I should tell you my name. Osvaldo Simon Somerhalder is my name. I was named after my maternal grandfather Osvaldo and my paternal grandmother Simona. Anyway, My family lives in Winnipeg. For those of you who don't know where that is, Winnipeg is the capital city of the Canadian province of Manitoba. Don't ask me why my parents moved from Sydney where it rarely snows, to here where there are only two season, Winter and construction. I was born in Winnipeg though and have only spent a handful of Canadian winters in Australia where my grandparents still live. At least they had the sense to stay there. My dad's family has lived in Australia for as long he can remember, and my mom is a first generation Filipino-Australian. So my mom, dad, sister and brother all have that familiar Australian twang. I always wished I had it. Well, I'm gay. I guess you'd have already guessed that already considering that you're reading this. I guess the first time I got any clue of being 'heterosexually challenged' as I liked to call it, was when I was fourteen. We live in this kinda cul-de-sac that was shaped more like giant Nyquil pill than the usual tear drop shape. The house facing ours had gone up for sale during the summer and it was about two weeks later when a new family moved in. I had just gotten dropped off by my team mate's parents from our swim practice when my brother came bounding down the stairs when he heard that I shut the door. My brother is this 18 year old, big muscled, 200lbs, 6'2 guy, so as you can imagine, he isn't very quiet when he's on his feet. "Ozzie!" he yelled with that familiar Aussie twang. "Mum wants you to take this cake over to the new neighbours house. And I suggest you do it before I get my hands on it!" "Why didn't you do it?" "Because mom asked you to do it!" he said back. "Fine. Just let me get out of these sweats." "Besides, they have a son who's about your age, and I reckon you'll take a liking to 'im! Ha ha ha!" I think my brother knew about me being gay before I did. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny dick!" I said as I ran up to my room to put something else on then headed back downstairs. I grabbed the caked pedestal and went over to the neighbours. Rrinng. Rrinng. A minute passed before I heard someone bounding down the stairs. "FUCK!" I hear a muffled voice on the other side of the door before it flew open. I swear, at that I think I went brain dead for a few moments because I couldn't speak or move or do anything for that matter. I must have been staring like a fool. Here stood this guy about my age and height, shirtless. He was clutching his foot which he probably hit on something on his way down the stairs. His chocolate brown hair hung perfectly just above his left brow which framed his beautiful brown eyes. His creamy looking skin showed the hints of a summer tan. His collarbone was glistening with what seemed like cum. I guess I had caught him pullin' the pud eh! My eyes wandered down the length of his body "I'm not interested in what ever you have to sell!" He yelled, pulling me out of my sudden infatuation. He tried to shut the door but missed as he stumbled backwards still clutching his foot. "Uhhhh-ummmm-m-m-my mom told me to come over hear and d-drop this off as a s-s-sorta welcome to the neighbourhood." I managed to stutter out as I placed the cake in his free hand. I quickly turned around and was about to walk back home when I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Hey. Sorry I thought you were a salesman. You want to come in?" I nodded my response not trusting myself to say a coherent sentence. "Have a seat," he said leading me to the living room on the right of the foyer. "let me just go put on a shirt, I was.uh.just about to jump into the shower when you came." 'I'm not the one who came' I joked with myself. He sorta limped back up the stairs. A few minutes later he came back. "I'm Osvaldo Somerhalder by the way, but everyone just calls me Ozzie." I said extending my hand. I was surprised I was even able to spit that out. Maybe it was because he had a shirt on. "Brock Wainright." he said taking my hand into a firm handshake. "We moved here from Philadelphia. You want something to drink? Coke or Sprite? Maybe some of that cake that you brought?" "A coke would be alright." He left to go get the drinks. When he came back. He had two cokes in one hand and a plate of my mom's cake in the other. He sat down next to me, a little bit closer than perfect strangers should. "So I'm guessing you go to Provence Collegiate?" he asked. I nodded my response as I took a sip of my coke. "I guess you are too." "Yeah I am. Well I'm glad I'll at least know someone at school in a few weeks." he said before taking a bite of the cake. "Oh my God! This cake is so good! What is it?" "Um, I'm not too sure actually." I pushed my glasses back up my nose trying to figure out what kind of cake mom had baked. "Here, taste it." he said bringing up his fork up to my mouth before I had time to say anything. "That is a hazelnut chocolate swirl cake." "Oh God, it's so good! It tastes like Ferrero Rocher." "Ha ha ha, my mom will be happy you like it. She and her best friend just opened up a restaurant." "So is Provence a good school?" "Ehh, I guess it's ok if people like you." "I take people aren't very nice to you?' "No it's more like I don't take the effort to get to know anyone. This here with you is the most I've spoken to anyone from school." "Well you seem like a really nice guy and I'd like to be your friend." After talking for another half an hour or so I excused myself and left for home. That night, Brock was all that I could think about. His eyes, his skin. I got Goosebumps when I thought of his hand on my shoulder. I hadn't even noticed my erection until I thought of what Brock might have been doing before I rang his doorbell. That night I had the most unbelievable orgasm of my life. Summer was over and we were slowly getting back into the groove of school. Brock had joined the lacrosse team as he had also played it back in Philadelphia. He was fast becoming my best friend. Even though he and I had demanding schedules from school and his hockey and my swimming, we still managed to hang out six nights a week. I really enjoyed hanging out with Brock and thought this was way too good to be true. I had let my guard down, and I was falling fast and hard for this guy. Well, it seems that everything good that happens to me seems to always turn for the worse. Spring break had just ended. Brock had gone with a few of his lacrosse buddies to one of the cabins for spring break. It had been the longest he and I had gone without seeing each other since we had met. We had only know each other for about seven months but it seemed like I had known him forever. When Brock had gotten back, we had him and his family over for dinner. He was his usual self around my family. But when I asked him how his break was, he said it was good. I asked him a few other questions with only single word answers. I knew something was up but I wasn't going to push him to tell me. When dinner was done, I asked him if he wanted to hang out for a bit. "Um, I actually have some homework that I need to get done, maybe another time?" "Um, okay. Some other time then. Maybe tomorrow. Call me." I said failing miserably trying to hide my disappointment. He left without another comment. The next day went without incident. Church, brunch with ours and Cindy's (mom's best friend and business partner) family at their restaurant. Brock never called and when we went back to school on Monday, it was just awkward between us. Whenever I would try to talk to him, he would say he had somewhere to be or something to do. I guess by the end of the week, he was starting to get tired of me talking to him that he flat out said "Look, you and I just can't be friends anymore. So would you just stop talking to me and stay away from me you faggot!" I stood there in total shock as he walked away. He had always defended me when people at school called me that and now he's calling me that? I was so hurt. Here I was in love with Brock. I should have known he would turn out to be one of those asshole jocks that ran the school. I was so mad at him, but I was more mad at myself for believing that a jock and loser could be friends. I didn't even notice when I reached my house. I quickly ran inside, went to my room and shut the door. I crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep. For the next couple of years at high school were the same as it was before Brock came into my life. The only difference was Brock was part of the group that made it their life goal to terrorize me. Chapter 2-It all starts again.or so I thought. I finally got out of that hell hole called high school and now I was starting anew at the University of British Columbia. New city, new environment and new people. I hoped to God that no one from my high school had chosen to come here, but because of my luck, nothing ever turns out the way I want. I drove 16 hours to Calgary, stayed the night, then drove another 12 hours to the UBC campus. I was staying at Fairview Crescent Residences, one of the residences on campus. It was going to take me a couple of trips to get my stuff up to my dorm room. The place was more of a town house than a dorm. The floor plan of the suite that they had shown my parents and I when we were here for the tour of the campus had a living room, bedroom, kitchen and powder room on the first and three other bedrooms on the second floor. The one I was given was different. It was one of the town houses on the end so instead of a bedroom on the first floor, it had a dining table in its place without the walls. The upstairs was also one big room instead of three separate bedrooms with two full sized beds instead of singles. It had a sitting area in a little alcove between the beds and right in front of it where two back to back desks, one facing my bed, and one facing my roomies bed. 'At least it will only be two rowdies instead of four' I thought to myself. I had gotten to UBC a few days early in order to avoid the rush of students coming in at the same time. I guess I wasn't the only one moving in early. Some other people had a sense to do it to. I was bending over into my trunk trying to pull one of the heavier boxes out. "Hey! I see you were smart enough to come in ea."he was interrupted by the loud smack of my head hitting the trunk door. "Oww!" I said rubbing my head and reluctantly turning around in embarrassment to see the cause of my injury. "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Simon by the way." he said extending his hand for me to shake. Ok so when I first heard his name I hadn't seen his face yet. I was almost expecting him to be wearing glasses and to be really geeky looking like the chipmunk. I luckily didn't wear glasses very often anymore, I started wearing contacts. He did have glasses but any traits of being geeky stopped there. He was about an inch taller than me, about 6'1 or 6'2, broad shoulders and his arm hairs looked blonde, almost white in contrast to his tanned skin. He wasn't skinny, more slim with a swimmer's build. I looked up to see one of the prettiest boys I have ever seen. I say pretty because he was that, but there was masculine undertone to his face. I took his hand and shook it, hoping he hadn't noticed me staring. "I'm Osvaldo, you can call me Ozzie." I said, surprised I was so calm around this stranger. "I guess you live in one of these town houses too." "Yeah, I live in the one beside your's actually. Hey you want some help with those?" he said pointing to the boxes. "Sure! I mean if it's no trouble." "Not at all." he said grabbing the box in my hands. We head to my door. "Whoa!" he said when we were inside. "Why does your townhouse seem so much bigger than ours?" "I don't know. I'm guessing it's because we have a dining room instead of a bedroom on the first floor and. I was also expecting there to be three bedrooms upstairs." "You mean they put all four bedrooms upstairs?" "Actually no. Come, I'll show you." I said leading him up the stairs. "Damn! I wish I had gotten roomed with you. You only have to share this entire house with just one roomie. Lucky bastard." he said laughing. "Well if it makes you feel better, with my luck I'll probably get an asshole for a roommate." "Maybe just a little. Hey if your roommate ever gets tired of you and moves out, make sure I'm the first one you call so I can move in with you!" "You have my word. Ha ha ha!" I said as we went back to my car to get the last of the boxes. "So where you from?" "I'm from Regina. I was accepted to both the University of Regina and UBC, but I decided on you UBC because of the weather. Regina can be a frigid bitch in the winter." "I hear ya! I'm from Winnipeg so I know how frigid it can get." I said handing Simon a box and closing the trunk. "So what are you going to be taking?" "Well, I'm currently taking journalism courses. You?" "Hey! Me too! Maybe you and I have some classes together!" "Really? Cool, at least I'll know someone in one of my classes." he said. It kinda reminded me of what Brock had said before. "Hey I'm kinda hungry, you want to find somewhere to eat or do you want to go find a grocery store and I'll cook for you." "How 'bout the latter. I'm guessing we both need to stock up on foodstuffs for next week and I'll cook for you. You helped me bring in my boxes so it's the least I can do." "Deal! There's a Superstore around here that I passed on my way in. You want to take you're car or mine?" "What you driving? I drive an Audi." "Ha ha ha I can see that. I guess both our parents have money. I've got a Lexus." "Oooh! I've always wanted a Lexus! Let's take your car!" We got into Simon's car. As he leaned over to get his sunglasses out of the glove box, I could smell his cologne. I swear I'd never smelled something so heavenly. I almost had to slap myself to get myself together. Right then I promised to not fall for this guy like I did with Brock. We got back about an hour and a half later. He left to go put his groceries away saying he would be back in few to help with dinner. I decided we'd have steaks with fettuccini alfredo. 'It's a good thing i brought all the stuff I need for a kitchen' I thought to myself. I had just put the water on the stove to boil when Simon came back with some wine. "Hey! I thought you have to be 19 to buy booze here? I'm only 17 so I can't even buy booze in Winnipeg!" I said eyeing the bottle. "You do. That's why I brought this from Regina. I also have a few bottles of vodka and gin and couple more of wine!" "Excellent! I'm hanging out with you all year!" we both laughed. "You can go set up the tv while I get dinner ready if you're bored." "I thought I could help you get dinner ready." "Well everything that can be done right now is done so why don't I help you help me set up the tv." "Huh?" he asked with a questioning look on his. "Ha ha ha, I can see you really are from Saskatchewan!" I joked. "Hey!" he said with a smile as he playfully punched me in the arm "I resent that!" We made quick work of setting up the tv. Once it was done, I got Simon to do the dirty work of peeling some shrimp for the fettucini. "Eeeeww, it's slimy." "Oh get over it, it's just shrimp." I said as I threw the fettucini into the pot. I then simply salted and peppered the steak. I set the rack in the oven just under the element and then set it to broil. I then chopped up some garlic and tossed it in the skillet with some olive oil and the shrimp Simon peeled. He sorta stood back watching me. "What?" I said looking back at me. "What are you? Some kind of chef?" he said. I laughed. "No, ha ha ha, my mom is though. She's a good teacher!" I said stirring and flipping the shrimp in the pan. "You should try her hazelnut chocolate cake." "Oh god, my mouth is already watering. You want me to put the steaks in the oven?" "Yes please. Then can you set the table with glasses and cutlery? I'll need the plates to plate the food" "Sure thing!" he said after closing the oven door. I quickly added the alfredo sauce to the shrimp and let it simmer for a little bit. A few minutes later the pasta was done so I strained it then put it back in the pot. I added the shrimp alfredo sauce and stirred it around adding parmesan cheese. "Hey Si, can you take the steaks out of the oven?" "Sure! You called me Si." he said opening the oven. "Oh...sorry I-I-I just thought..." "It's ok!" he said smiling. "I call you Ozzie so I guess it's only fair. I never really liked Si but I kinda like it when you call me that." 'Is he flirting with me?' I thought to myself. "You want me to put these on the plates?" "That would be great. You can take them into the dining room while I open this bottle." Dinner was nice. Good company and good conversation. I was never really social. Not completely anti-social, just more keep to myself kinda guy. With Simon though I felt I could be myself. Unfortunately, Brock was the same way. "I really should get going. I still have a lot of unpacking to do." he said after he helped me load the dishes into the dishwasher. "Yeah, I got to unpack too. Though I didn't bring much thinking there would be four of us here." I walked him to the door. He turned before leaving. "Um,It was really nice to meet you. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow?" "Yeah sure that would be great. But if my room mate comes tomorrow, maybe we can go site seeing?" "Sound good to me. Well bye!" the next thing he did was something I was not expecting at all. He hugged me and lightly kissed me on the cheek. "Uuuuhhh-b-b-bye." I said as he walked away. So much for going a day without stuttering. Is there a big sign on my forhead that says 'I'M GAY'? Not that I mind especially if hotties like Simon read it. I got to work on my boxes of stuff and got my clothes hung in the closet. It was about 1 in the morning when I realized I was on Pacific time. No wonder I was so tired, it's 3 am in Winnipeg! I finished the last box which held my duvet and drudged to bed. I fell asleep instantly. Chapter 3-new roommate/ex-friend. 'Who knew residence beds could be so comfy?' I thought to myself as I snuggled into my pillow. Finally, a new life away from the jerks of high school. possibly a new friend in Simon, I prayed to God he didn't turn out like Brock had. I had always been independent so it felt good to be away from home and on my own. Don't get me wrong, I may say bad things about Winnipeg, but to tell you the truth, I was already kinda missing it. Winnipeg will always be my home. It must have been about an hour later when I heard the front door open. There were a few voices that sounded vaguely familiar but i couldn't put my finger on it. "Don't be so loud son, it looks like your roommate is already here and probably still sleeping so keep it down." the female voice said. "Sorry." another voice said. I quickly got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans. I went to the washroom, splashed my face and quickly brushed my teeth. 'You have to look presentable in front of your roommates parents and especially in the possibility that your roommate is a hottie' I mused. I dried my face on my freshly unpacked towel. I pulled on my t-shirt and put my glasses on. Before I knew it someone was behind me. "Ozzie!!" the female voice screamed as she came up behind me and hugged me. 'Who the hell is this!' I pondered. The only thing I managed to squeak out was a 'Huh?' "Ozzie, I know it's been a while but I didn't think you'd forget me!" she laughed as I turned around to see who my attacker was. She must have seen the expression on my face when I finally realized who she was. I was completely horrified as I realized who my roommate was. "Oh,um hi Mrs. Wainright." I said not too convincingly. "Stop it with this Mrs. Wainright. To you I'm Tracy." She said taking a good look at my face. "You don't seem too happy to see me. I thought you would be more excited knowing that you'd be rooming with Brock." HA. I guess Brock hasn't told them he doesn't want to be friends with 'faggots' like me! "Um,I'm sorry. I really am glad to see you." I stressed the 'you' but she didn't seem to notice. "I'm just a little tired that's all. You guys are early, did you guys drive during the night?" She chuckled. "Heavens no. You know how bad Ron's eyesight is. We were actually staying at my sister's house in West Vancouver for the last couple of days. Come, I'm sure Ron and Brock will be as excited to see you as I am! I'll make you boys breakfast!" She said. How is anyone this cheery in the morning? I followed her down the stairs, dreading each one. "Ozzie! Hey how you doing?" Ron asked as he took me into a hug. "I'm great!" I said a little more enthusiastically. "That's great to hear! Aren't you boys lucky that you both are going to the same school AND roommates eh!" The Wainrights had transitioned into Canadian culture flawlessly, saying Eh more often than most Canadians. "Yeah,I guess we are." Brock chose that moment to come back in with some more boxes. He almost dropped them when saw me. "Um,I have to go buy some books. Thanks for offering to cook breakfast but can I take a rain check? I heard that some of the books I need sell out really fast." I lied as I grabbed my shoes and put them on. I'm sure the silence between Brock and I wasn't lost on Ron and Tracy. I quickly grabbed my car keys and said "Have a good breakfast guys. Oh and if I don't see you two again have a safe trip back. Um,I'll be back in bit Brock." With that I left. A couple of hours later I returned to my townhouse. Ron and Tracy had left and when I got to the top of the steps, Brock was unpacking. I figured this was a good time to take a shower. How I figured that I don't know. Maybe because I wouldn't have to talk to him? Anyways I took my shower, which was a bit longer than usual, but not long enough for Brock to think I was jerking off. When I was done I wrapped my towel around my waist and stepped out. Brock wasn't there so I pulled the towel off and searched for underwear in my drawers. "THUD" I heard startling me into turning around covering myself with a pair of boxer shorts. Brock had dropped the box he was carrying up. I thought to myself that either it was my imagination or he gave me the up and down. I dismissed the latter because in my mind anything that Brock was not was gay. "Sorry, I didn't know you were still here." I said turning around to put my underwear on. "It's alright." was all he said. Damn! What is with this guy? Why does he have such a hold on me? I just couldn't understand it. Brock had changed very little since the last time I noticed. He was still gorgeous as ever. A little more muscular than before, I guess that's from lacrosse and he was about as tall as Simon was, give or take an inch. "Look," he said as he placed the box on his desk "you aren't gonna tell my parents about what happened between us are you?" Can you believe the nerve of this guy? From that alone I was seething. "What does it matter, they're already gone." "Well they want to take us out for dinner tonight." "HA. Like hell I'm gonna sit at the same table as you! You really have some nerve Brock! You personally went out of your way to make my life a living hell and you expect me to pretend like nothing happened?" "Look, I really am so," "Don't even say it Brock. You think your apology means anything to me? You really think I care that you feel bad about what you did? Let me tell you something, Brock. It doesn't matter to me if you felt so bad that you wanted to kill yourself. What's done is done and unfortunately I don't give a fuck if your parents ever found out. I'm not going to dinner. We are stuck with each other til April so I'll keep to myself and you keep to yours." So what if that was a bit harsh. Tie me up to a gay horse and drag me up the street. "Ozzie please." I could see I had really hurt him, but at that point my rage was overpowering my sympathy. "Don't you dare call me that again. You and I are no longer friends remember? That was your choice. Do not call me Ozzie." I said as calmly and as sternly as possible. I finished getting dressed and headed down to watch tv. Why did I stay there after that you ask? Well the place is as much my place as it was his. I wasn't about to let his presence push me out of my own place. Fuck him to hell if he felt awkward around me. His problem not mine, Okay so although I was completely enraged by him, a small part of me felt bad for reaming my old best friend out. The look on his face told me everything. He was scared of me. What do you expect from me? The guy embarrassed me every chance he got. That wasn't so bad in itself but the thing that placed the final sting was that I was in love with guy. Fuck. If there is one thing bad about Mrs. Wainright, it's that when she has her mind set on something, she will not take no for an answer. She will drag your but out to the car herself if she has to which she almost did to me! Damn, I knew I should have gone out to Simon's instead of spending 8 hours watching tv. I did end up going the to say I couldn't hang out because of the dinner. "Doesn't seem like you're too excited." he said. "I'm not. But I can't talk now, I'll tell you later." I said turning around and leaving. "Oh wait," I said turning back "are all your roommates in yet?" "Nope I'm the only one 'til Saturday. Why?" "You think maybe I could spend the night?" "Yeah!" he said a little too excited. "I mean if you have to." "Thanks Si. I'll talk to you later." and with that I headed to Brock's car. Dinner went with a hitch. The food at the keg was excellent. Woohoo for steak two nights in a row! Yeah I know, you can say it, I'm a loser. During dinner though Brock had to take a washroom break, which gave his parents the opportunity to interrogate me. "Okay spill it!" Tracy said. "What do you mean?" I decided to play dumb. "Don't play with me mister. I know you almost better that my son. Something is going between you two. You haven't said a single word to each other all night." "Oh that,well,he's a little mad that I didn't tell him I got into UBC. But don't ask him about it please. I promise we'll work things out." "Ok I trust you, I just don't want anything to happen between the two of you that would cause the end of your friendship. You really are like a second son to us so please don't shut us out of your life again." she said almost bringing me to tears. If they only knew what really happened. If they only knew that Brock hated me. Brock came back and sensed the silence at the table. I suspect he was a little nervous about what I might have told them so he quietly sat down. The conversations picked up again with Brock and I still trying to avoid saying anything to each other. Tracy told me that they were leaving the car with Brock and getting dropped off at the airport by her sister the next morning. When we got back to the townhouse, Ron and Tracy said their goodbyes and caught a cab back to West Vancouver. The place was uncomfortably quiet and neither one of us wanted to speak. I wasn't really interested in what Brock had to say so I quickly stripped down to my boxers, removed my contacts, washed my face and brushed my teeth. I was just finishing up when Brock opened the door. He sorta stood there watching me. I headed for the door as he moved aside to let me through without saying a word. I slipped into my bed and put my glasses on to read a few chapter of some stories I was following on Nifty. I hadn't even noticed that Brock was in bed until he finally broke the silence. "Thank you for coming tonight." he said timidly. "You welcome." I said without looking away from my laptop screen. "Despite what you think of me Ozzie,I mean Osvaldo, I really am sorry for the way I treated you in high school." he said. I Didn't know why at the time, but it almost sounded like his voice was cracking up a bit. "And thank you for not saying anything at dinner." "Look, high school is done." I said ignoring his last comment. "Like I said, you keep to yourself and I'll keep to myself and we'll get along great. I don't want to be talking unless absolutely necessary." "But I don't want that!" he said raising his voice a little. "Sorry," he said lowering his voice "You don't know how bad I felt when I was teasing you." Wow. Can you believe this guy?! "Yeah, well it didn't seem like that when you were doing it!" I answered back sarcastically. "You lost the right to be my friend when you turned your back on me! I will tell you right now, from the get go, that the chances of you and I ever being friends again ar," "Please don't say it. I'd rather not know my chances." I stared at him in disbelief. "Why are you doing this? I came here to get away from the assholes and especially you. Why can't you just leave me alone?" I said as my eyes got misty. "Did you really hate gays so much that you had pick on them?" "Y-y-you're gay?" "Like you didn't already know, that's why you picked on me remember? But that's not really the issue. The issue is you and only you because I'm not gonna be part of it. Ok so will you just leave me alone?" I softly pleaded. I tried to be hard on him, but the look on his face made me cave. "One day if you're still willing, I'll let you explain yourself." I said, seeing a bit of a change in his expression. "I just don't think you and I will ever be able to fix it. I'm still trying to move on so just give me my space. Good night." He nodded and nothing more was said. Sleep that night was hard to come by, but when it did, images of Brock and his team mates bullying me woke me. Chapter 4- The next morning I got up around 5 am after laying awake in bed for half an hour. After the last time I woke up, I just couldn't get back to sleep. I quietly put on some running shorts and thermal long sleeve shirt and tiptoed my way downstairs hoping not to wake my roomie. I put on my runners and took my keys and headed out. The route I took was about 10 Km long and took me about an hour to do. I usually don't run for that long. Maybe 7km, 8 at the most, but the place was new so I kinda got lost! :P Can you blame me? I'm surprised I got to BC without getting lost! When I got home, it was only about quarter to 7 so Brock was still asleep. I had momentarily forgotten that I hated him as I stared at his naked back and butt as he lay on his stomach snuggling his pillow. Only God knew how bad I wanted the guy. To anyone looking in, they would have seen how in love I was with the jerk. Unfortunately, I just couldn't sympathize with him. I'd never felt the need to terrorize someone so I don't know the guilt he felt. I never thought I would see the day any of those jerks would apologized to me and I had Brock at the very bottom of that list. I was starting to feel sticky from all the sweat so I took a shower. I walked into the washroom and peeled off my sweaty shorts and shirt. I took a moment to look into the mirror. I wasn't a bad looking guy. I don't think I was geeky. Maybe more like Simon, something like a sexy geek! Except I didn't think I was as much of a looker as Si. My dick was about average. About 3 inches flaccid and 6.5 inches hard, maybe 7 inches if I'm feeling generous! I stepped into the shower and quickly let the warmth envelope my body. I soaped my neck, my butt, my body, legs and crotch. I lingered a bit on my crotch, I forgot how good it felt to soap up my dick. Images of Simon were my main fantasy at the moment, with interspersed images of Brock's sexy ass. Those latter images soon took front stage and shadowed those of Simon. My dick throbbed as I imagined Brock on his knees bobbing on my dick. Brock was never good with timing as he picked that exact moment to come into the washroom. "GOD Brock! You heard the fucking shower! Can't you see I'm in here?!" I yelled. My dick had quickly deflated but was still a little plump. I stepped out and tried to find my towel. I was standing there naked, again, in front of him. "Well maybe you should lock the door next time." he said putting toothpaste on his brush. I could tell he was looking at me through the mirror but was trying not to make it obvious. "Looking for this?" he said turning around handing me my towel. His eyes lingered on my crotch a little longer than they should have. I grabbed the towel quickly and stormed out of the bathroom and slammed the door. Once it was closed I heard a thud, which was probably his fist hitting the counter, then a "dammit! Why can't I do anything right?" 'Wow, he's really beating himself up over this' I thought to myself. I got dressed and headed down stairs to cook some breakfast. I may have been angry at Brock, but I wasn't about to not cook him anything to eat especially considering he hadn't gone grocery shopping yet. He came down the stairs just as I was putting the back bacon and eggs on two plates with toast. "You eating for two?" he joked. "Nah, I was just thinking that since you hadn't gotten a chance to go grocery shopping that I'd cook you something." I said as I grabbed the plates and motioned him to follow me over to the table. "I'm sorry about walking into the washroom like that earlier." "Forget about it. I guess I sort of over reacted." He smiled before taking a bite of his back bacon. "Mmmm, I haven't had back bacon since the last time you and I had a sleep over. Do you remember?" I remembered alright, I just chose not to comment. The conversation was more than a little awkward with the prolonged moments of silence. When we were done, he offered to clean up and I let him. "You want to go see a movie or something? Maybe we could see Bangkok Dangerous or maybe Righteous Kill? It just came out yesterday." he asked while he washed the dished. I really had missed him, and if it wasn't for my pride or my being mad at him, I just couldn't let go of the hurt he caused. "Um,I don't think that's such a good idea." "Oh,I-I-I just thought that since we only have Sunday and then school starts, that we could do something." he said in a defeated, sullen voice. "Maybe some other time?" he just lightly nodded. Sunday came and went, and before we knew it, we were thrown into the thick of classes. The second week, we were already buried in text books and typing away at our computers. My relationship with Brock, or lack there of, was pretty much at a plateau, he didn't talk to me unless absolutely necessary and I wasn't as moody towards him. I didn't really try to avoid the guy, but I didn't really want to be around him all that much. Unfortunately, what we wanted to do for a career was one of the things we had in common. We had pretty much every class together. By the third week, there was change in Brock's mood. He was more irritable, especially towards me. "Would you hurry the fuck up in there?! God you're like a fucking woman!" he yelled through the door as I was showering. God what a fucking dick! And here I thought he had changed. "I just got in the shower asshole! If you wanted to be in here earlier, then maybe you shoulda gotten up earlier!!" I yelled back. I was more disappointed rather than angry at him. I really was hoping he would change. I guess I was wrong. "Fuck you. You guys are all the same. I'm sure Simon doesn't care how you look, he's just looking for a quick fuck. He'll toss you to the curb when he's tired of you!" he rebutted. Ok well that was uncalled for. Now I was angry. I got out of the shower not bothering to towel off and opened the door sopping wet. "Simon and I are just friends." I said sternly. "I don't know what your problem is, but I never did anything to you to deserve this shit from you. I was nothing but the best friend you could ever ask for. That's what YOU said about me. God what a fucking idiot I was to believe you actually wanted me as a friend. And all that apology shit was all a fucking act too wasn't it? You wanted to build our friendship up again just so you can pull it right from under right?" I yelled at him, the tears just streaming down my cheeks. "Haven't you hurt me enough? Haven't you had your fun?" He didn't answer. He just turned around and left. My back slid down the wall. I sat there on the floor naked and sobbing. I was in love with a guy that hated me so much. At that point I couldn't even hate him. I was so mad at myself for letting this guy have this effect on me. I picked myself up. As I got dressed, I contemplated just packing up and going home. But I didn't. I got my backpack and left for my class,the one with Brock. Fortunately he wasn't there, but instead of calming me down, I was worried where Brock was. My worries didn't dissipate as I went to the remainder of my classes. I thought I would go for a swim. I got home, but Brock still hadn't returned. His bed was still unmade and his backpack was still in the same place as it was when I left. I grabbed my speedo and left. Whenever I swim, everything else just disappears. All my worries just vanish, almost as if the water was cleansing me of it. When I got out of the pool, I didn't know how long I had been swimming for. I glanced at the clock which read 6:22. I had been swimming for over 2 hours! When I got back home, the place was quiet. I was about to put my back pack down when I heard "Alecia stop!! My roommate is back!" I knew exactly what I was going to see but I went up the stairs anyways. A girl with long blonde hair knelt there bobbing on Brock's crotch. He was trying to push her off but she wasn't about to have it. Neither new I was there until I dropped my bag. "Osvaldo! Wait! It's not what you think!" why would he care what I think. "I think it's exactly what I think." I stated calmly, even though I was on the verge of tears. Why did I have to fall for the homophobic, straight asshole? "Don't mind me, I'm just grabbing some clothes, I'm staying at Simon's." I said, the shaking in my voice clearly audible. I grabbed some clothes and almost flew down the stairs. Brock chased after me grabbing me by my shoulder. I shrugged him off and turned around. "WHAT?" "Ozzie please don't go. This is as much your place as it is mine" he said. "Are you kidding me?! You want me to stay and listen to you two fucking each other?" "I'll tell her to leave, please just don't go." he said holding on to my arm. I pushed him away as he stumbled backwards. "Don't you ever fucking touch me!" I said as I stormed out. Chapter 5-Brock's POV "Will you just leave Alecia?" I said as I pulled my pants on. Ozzie had just stormed out moments ago. I just wanted to be alone and cry. "Why? C'mon, let's get back to what we were doing?" "I said GO Alecia. I just want to be alone." "Fine!" she said as she grabbed her things and left. I laid down in my bed and looked over at Ozzie's empty bed. Ozzie was a constant reminder of the biggest mistake of my life. I only realized when he told me he was gay that I had made a mistake. Yeah sure the guys and I bullied him and called him a faggot and all that, but it was just name calling. I didn't actually know it was true. But that wasn't the mistake. My mistake was turning on him. Ozzie told me from the get go that he didn't fit in but I didn't care, I just wanted to be his friend. Unfortunately, I got caught up in wanting be more popular and more liked. The spring break after I met Ozzie, our lacrosse team captain invited some of us over to his cabin for the week. It was a fun and all but I was missing Ozzie. "You missing your little boyfriend Brock?" Kelly, our team captain teased. "What are you talking about?" I said defensively. I was more defending myself than I was Ozzie. "Don't fucking play dumb with me!" he said in a more serious voice. "We've seen you hanging around that faggot Osvaldo. Do you know what sort of consequences that could have for the team? We don't want people around the school thinking you're a faggot for hanging out with him. People will start thinking everyone on this team is a faggot. We can't have that now can we?" he asked. He wasn't so much yelling, but more like a disappointed parent lecturing their child. "No, I guess not." I answered timidly. "Good, then I suggest you stop hanging out with flamer and hang out more with your team mates. We're your real friends." I was stupid enough to believe him. About a month after, I started to realize what I was pushing away. I was pushing Ozzie, my Ozzie away. My priorities were out of whack and I didn't realize what I was losing. So there I was, lying in bed, crying over the catastrophic mistake I made. Even after almost 2 years, I was in love with Ozzie. Completely, utterly, head over heals in love with him and he hated me. Fuck. Chapter 6- It was only about 7 pm so I lightly knocked on Simon's door. A guy a little bit shorter than me answered the door. "Can I help you?" he asked in a voice similar to that of a 12 year old just going through puberty. He had fiery red hair and creamy white skin. He was actually kinda cute! "Um,I was wondering if Simon is in." "Yeah he's upstairs. Why don't you come in and I'll go get him." "Thanks." I said as he headed for the stairs. A few moments later he came back and told me to go on up. I wasn't too sure which door was his and all were partially cracked open. "Simon?" I sorta half whispered. "Hey, come in." he said. "Um,which ones your door?" He came out of his room. "This one you dufus!" he said chuckling, but stopped right away. "Somethings wrong isn't it?" I just nodded as he lead me into his room. "Want to talk about it?" "Um,where to start." I started from the beginning and told him everything up until me catching Brock with Alecia except for me being in love with him. "Wow, you 2 have got quite a history." "Tell me about it." "Can I ask a question? Just don't react to strongly over what I'm implying, it's just an assumption" "Shoot." I responded "Is the real reason you reacted so strongly to seeing Brock with Alecia might be that you're in love with him?" "Wow." I said staring at him in disbelief. "Am I really that transparent?" "Not at all. If you know what to look for it's obvious. If not, you'd be as blind as any." he said. "Oh really?" I said laughing. "And how would you know what too look for to know if someone is gay?" "Well first of all, it's the way you got that dreamy look when describing what Brock looks like, which I'm gonna have to see for myself!" he said nudging me with his shoulder. "And second. It takes one to know one gurrrlll!" he said in a low, overly effeminate, lispy voice. I fell over laughing. "Any guy would be lucky to be with a gorgeous guy like you." "Ha ha ha! I knew it! You like boys! You like boys!" I teased. "Yeah, really? And how would you know?" he said giggling. "Well, no straight guy in their right mind would hug and kiss a guy on the cheek, especially if they just met!" "Okay,I guess that was a pretty dead giveaway." he said as we calmed down. "So you going back or you staying here tonight?" he said looking at my bag. "Well I was going to ask you if I could stay with you." "Of course you can!" "Okay well enough about me. Who is cutie with the red hair?" "Oh. Timmy?" he said suddenly serious. I looked at him but he was trying to avoid my eyes. "You like him don't you?" I teased as I poked his sides making him laugh. "Shut up! He might hear you!" he said in a half whisper. "Aww! My Si has a crush on Timmy!" "SSSSSHHHH I said!" he leaned in a bit and whispered "He's really a sweet guy. I know I've only known him three short weeks but I really think I could fall for this guy." "Well I must say, you two would be second to most gorgeous couple on campus!" "Ha ha ha! And who would be number 1?" "Well Brock and I of course." I joked and he laughed. "If only I could get him to come to the dark side. Ha ha ha!" I laughed in a Darth Vader voice. "Geez, why is it so hard for us? We can't figure out if the guys we like are gay, and the guys that we can figure out who are gay, we either just want to be friends with or they already like someone else!" "Your preaching to the choir." "So when do I get to meet this Brock character?" "Well you've already seen him." "Oh. Is he in one of our classes?" "Yeah he's in our English Lit class." I said. "Which one is he?" "You know the one that sits one row back and four chairs down?" "Wow stalker much? You know his exact seat." he joked. "Oh is he the amazingly gorgeous jock? You said he had brown hair, right? You know the one that is always staring at you." "I don't know 'bout the staring but that's him." "Oh my God. I would ride that all the way to Texas! He is soo hot!" "Hey, you already got your beautiful Timmy! Leave some for the rest of us!" I joked. "Who's already got me?" Simon and I both looked in the direction of the voice. Timmy stood looking at the both of us as we suddenly sat straight. "I just heard my name, I thought maybe you guys needed me for something." he said shyly looking at his feet. "Uh,I was just telling Simon what a cute roommate he had." I said giggling. Simon was almost glowing red and so did Timmy. "Um,Timmy, I guess you've already met my friend Ozzie." Simon said as I stood to shake his hand. "Careful," Simon said. "You don't want to burn yourself." Timmy looked confused. 'Aww he's so innocently cute!' I thought to myself. He grabbed my hand in a tight shake that I wasn't expecting. "Um,how would I uh,burn myself.?" he asked Simon timidly avoiding his eyes. "Ha ha ha, cuz Ozzie is so flaming!" I would have been a little upset for Simon outing me but Timmy looked so utterly confused, that I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle. "It's cuz I'm gay." I said still trying not to laugh. "Oh! that's great!" he said genuinely happy but suddenly reverted back to being shy. "So,uh,are you two," "A couple?" Simon asked. "Oh God no!" I looked at him in mock disgust. "No no no, I didn't mean it that way Ozzie" he said. "I just have my eyes on someone else." a suddenly shy Simon said. I patted his back. "Ha ha ha ha, I know Simon I was just teasing you." I then noticed Timmy was still standing, so I got up from beside Simon and told him to sit. He did as I took Si's computer chair and sat across from the two. I really had a hard time biting my tongue to not say anything. These two were acting so shy. Si's feelings for Timmy were obviously reciprocated but both were wrapped up hiding it to notice. Timmy turned his head to look at Si and Si did the same. "So,um,who IS it that you have you're eyes on?" Simon just stared wide eyed at Timmy. "Hey guys, why don't we go into the city and get some dimsum. I'm having a sudden craving." I interrupted. "My treat!" Simon mouthed a silent thank you. "That sounds good! I'm hungry." Simon said. He then turned to Timmy. "You gonna come with us?" "You guys really want me to come?" he asked. "Of course! I like getting to know people. Considering your Simon's roommate, we'll be hanging out a lot with each other. And I know Simon would love to see you 'come'!" my innuendo lost on the guy but not on Si who gave me a stern look. "Alright boys lets get going." We all got into my car. I took my bag with me and purposefully put my bag in the front seat forcing Si to share the back seat. I decided we'd go to Shun Feng Restaurant in Richmond. My family and I always went there when we were in Vancouver. They had the best Hong Kong style dimsum in Vancouver. We got there about a half hour later and were seated at a table for 4. I took a seat on one side and nodded to Simon to take the seat next to Timmy and he did. As dinner progressed, I could see the two start to open up more to each other. It was really cute to see them flirting with each other but obviously completely oblivious to the other's flirting. I didn't really feel like a third wheel because I was included in all their conversations. We learned a bit more about Timmy. Timmy was from Minneapolis and had lots of family in Winnipeg and Vancouver. He was also a fencer. I also learned that Simon fenced too! They were too cute. Before dinner was done, I kinda spaced out thinking about Brock. I came to the decision to forgive the guy. How I came to this I don't really know. But I decided I wasn't gonna let him get to me anymore. I was going to be nice to the guy, I was gonna put our past behind us. He and I were going to start anew. To hell if I was going to let him ruin my freshman year. He had already ruined my high school years, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of ruining university for me too. "Earth to Ozzie? You there?" Si said snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Yeah, sorry guys. I completely spaced out there. You guys ready to head back?" "Yeah, God I'm stuffed! that was the best meal I've had since arriving here!" Timmy said rubbing his stomach. "Thanks for dinner Ozzie." "I'm ready to go to. Dinner was excellent!" Simon agreed. I paid and then packed up the leftovers to give to Brock. He loved dimsum so I thought I'd be nice. We got in the car and headed back to campus. "Well Simon, Timmy, thanks for the great night! I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow." "Yeah see you tomorrow. Thanks again for dinner Ozzie!." Timmy said. "I thought you were staying the night?" Simon asked after Timmy had gone inside. "Well, I did some thinking and it was pretty childish of me to just walk out on him. I realized that I should just give him a chance and forgive him. I may still resent things that he did but I can't ignore the fact that I love the guy. I know that there is no chance of 'us' but I would rather have him as a friend then not in my life at all. I need to let go of the past and move on. If he wants to get past it then I should too. Plus, I want you and Timmy to hang out together alone." "Ok I understand. Just know that you can always come to me with your problems bud. I know you and we have only known each other for a short time but I know that this is a friendship I can rely on and I hope you can feel you can rely on it too." "Thanks Si, that really means a lot." We hugged then retired to our respective suites. It was only about 9:30 so Brock was still up watching T.V. "I thought you were staying at Simon's." he said flatly, not looking away from the T.V. "I was, but I realized it was pretty childish of me to just walk out on you." "It's ok. Really. I mean, c'mon you walked in on something I'm sure you didn't want to see so you have every right to just up and leave. I really am sorry." "I know. Here, Simon, Timmy and I went out for dimsum. I thought I would bring you some." I placed the box in his hands. "How do you do it?" "Do what?" I asked confused. "How do you put up with me? I know if I was in your position where my best friend turned on me, I know I would want nothing to do with him. I'd even seek retribution." God I wished I could just spell everything out to him. How I was in love with him when we were best friends, how it somehow only got stronger when he turned on me, and how it was still growing stronger at that very moment. But I couldn't. I was just about to start anew with the guy, I didn't want to scare him away. "I put up with you because I know deep down inside, the warm, funny, caring person that I first met jumping on one foot with the other foot in his hand that I cared about is still in there somewhere." I smiled remembering. "Because you used to be my best friend. I know you want to start over and after thinking it over, I do to." I stopped before I choked up. "Just don't turn on me again. I don't know if I'll be able to take it." "Oh God Ozzie, I promise never to hurt you again." he said getting up and hugging me. The hug lingered on and on. I felt so safe in his arms. It had been years since I was wrapped in them. My eyes flooded with tears, materializing my inner feelings of yearning and happiness and the same time sadness. Sadness for that fact that I would never be able to share all the love I had for the guy.